After Soul Searching the two men, Feng Jun compiled the communications knowledge he had acquired and found that he still had quite a few gaps. At the very least, it was not enough to support even a rough concept for a communications system, let alone a complete framework.
If he settled down and filled in those gaps now, it was not impossible. Since he had begun cultivating, the development of his brain had become far stronger than before. There was no need to say much; if he focused on studying for a year, it should not be a problem.
But now that he had already found a shortcut, asking him to turn back and study step by step was asking rather a lot.
So, uncontrollably, he began considering Soul Search again. Only now did he vaguely realize why everyone said not to use Soul Search too often—it was only one aspect that it harmed the Divine Soul. The real issue was that this thing... was addictive!
He could acquire a great deal of knowledge without studying seriously himself. Maybe that knowledge was not solid, but it... came quickly!
Once he realized that, Feng Jun felt that he still needed to restrain his desires. If he had not recognized it, that would have been one thing. But since he already knew this stuff was poisonous, he absolutely could not indulge himself.
If cultivators could not control their own hearts, they would not get far.
And honestly, aside from those two, Feng Jun did not know whom else he could Soul Search. There might be more than one or two people in this world who deserved to die, but he was not a judge. Only certain people who had forgotten the greater good of the nation and its people could be dealt